The glory of misspent youth Chasing tires, stains A mute offender trading for sex and drugs My Ophelia does not drown She's just weary, hangs on I'm driving drunk in daddy's car Hurry, I won't spoil the end A tear pinned up in the room and it seems the night was a little too quite When it seems your subject never forget you I need you to pretend that you are mine And the water is just deeper enough to take another chance The river will not turn out The engine was not built to last In this permenance to the memory of a girl And I am still taking oportune for you You and I are alone here But you ain't telling me now The same old motors in the road I have become